Lights shimmered through the darkness. What the hell? The assassin stalked closer, squinting her eyes in an attempt to make sense of the scene before her. There are so many. She crept closer still, peering through the night, taking note of the many others who seemed to be gathering. Finally, Sarya was close enough to see the source of the lights. She stopped, cocking her head to the side, a puzzle look in her eyes. "Wait... floating lights?
For a few moments she merely watched, entranced. The closest lantern was made of colored glass, coaxed into a beautiful, vibrant pattern. It floated in the wind, bobbing slowly up and down, spinning lazily in an invisible breeze. It was so strange, so foreign, so... beautiful.
Footsteps pulled her from her daze, and Sarya snapped her eyes away from the light, scanning the surrounding area for any threat. It was a wasted effort; no one saw her. Or, at least, they didn't care if they saw her. And why would they? She wasn't a wanted criminal here. She began to wander, for the first time in her life, toward the crowd instead of away. There were so many faces, all foreign to her, and she walked past them all. Every now and then she would stop at a lantern, admiring the handiwork that went into their creation, wondering where such glamour came from in such a desolate land. Then she would move on, allowing herself to be steered by the crowd.
A familiar face appeared in a small group of people--Edrei, the bartender who had been so welcoming when Sarya first arrived in this land. Sarya hesitated--she didn't know Edy's companions, and she wasn't one to jump headfirst into social situations--but eventually shrugged. Her desire for knowledge outweighed her preference for solitude, and within moments she found herself at Edy's side. "Hello, beautiful," she purred, fluttering her lashes at the bartender. "Fancy seeing you here." Her gaze wandered briefly over Amalia, Jorseval, and Ronin--all strangers--and then back to Edy. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering... what is this?" She gestured vaguely to the lights around them, tipping her head to the side as she waited for an explanation.
text. "talk"
Sarya Daemenor
so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing
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